Joel was blogging, I was writing in my diary, I keep one as well as a blog. It helps me keep track of my mind when we don't have internet access. Plus Joel reads it so if I do anything too hallowed he can drag me back into the land of the crazy. Wolf practically broke down the door as he came in, I don't know what happened really. He had a gun, we couldn't fight him without one of us getting shot, ending up in hospital, and I'm not willing to be the one holding my lifeless boyfriend's hand whilst slendy draws ever closer. I don't think I could deal with that again.
Well yeah. I don't know what happened. It was like when he had us, he didn't know what to do. We were both sat down on a bed, he was on the other side of the room, pointing the gun and then nothing. I swear I thought he was going to kill us. But no...
We were like that for about thirty minutes when he spoke. "You on your knees." He was pointing the gun at me, and I did a double take, not quite sure. But he walked up to me, dragged me into the centre of the room. I-My face I
Sorry. Lucas just asked me to finish the blog post, the day has been long and scary and I fully understand that... I dunno... I'll finish it now.
He pointed the gun at me, placing a carving knife at the side of Lucas' neck. "Go on. Say it." He spoke through the mask. "Tell him it's gonna be okay. Tell him."
I had a gun aimed at me, but I tried to keep calm, make sure that I took my time before doing what he said.
And then he moved the blade up and cut along his face, into his cheek. Just like Lucas did to Wolf last time we met.
God that laugh... The fucker was enjoying it.
I rushed toward Lucas and wolf stepped back. I had truly lost it then, I was just seeing red. I was too busy making sure my boyfriend was alright. I looked at him, wolf took off his mask. I don't get what I saw, it was a different guy than the Wolf who attacked Elaine. This guy was albino, had a definite London accent. That was Keith, the guy I rescued, the guy who introduced me to all this!
He looked spooked, looking over my shoulder and turning to run out of the room. But tendril's caught him, dragging him back, screaming over our heads. We saw him torn apart before our eyes, it was like an explosion of blood and gore, covering us both...
By now, the protective anger I felt before had been replaced with blind fear. I pulled Lucas toward the door, groping for the handle. But the door was locked... I slumped down to the door, squeezing Lucas' hand. The last thing I remember was Lucas telling me he loved me, and me saying it back as tendrils shot toward us.
I woke up later, still against the door with no blood anywhere from Keith...
Well...
Blowing up.
My head is burning. My focus is shot. I get why Lucas calls it "Fog."
It took me five or six hours to get this written up, normally with a post this long, it took maybe twenty minutes to half an hour... I can't focus on it.
We're alive... That's about all I know for certain... But two wolves? Or was the one of them pretending? And Keith... I thought he was dead... Wolf said he was dead... Or he was wolf. Or- FUCK
One of us like this, fine, but two. I'm not sure what we're gonna do.
Get Mad. Get Angry. Get Fucking Pissed. Get drunk. I fancy that right now... We need to get out and do something. At least getting drunk would have us outside in the fresh air as far as going to a store and getting some chocolate and cheep vodka is concerned. Both of our sanities have taken hits the past couple of days. I think that would help, and if not. Then the Chocolate should increase our serotonin levels. And if that doesn't help. Well. Alcohol and company will, definitely.
I'll discuss things later once we've showered and gotten back. Bye for now. Sorry for vanishing so suddenly.
-Joel
Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Tacoma.
I don't know why, I don't know how, but I don't like it here. Lucas got to see his little bridge, that's actually quite big, and there are two of them, and surrounded in trees. I don't know why I got so freaked out, but I've read other blogs that say Slendy has an affinity to them and I spent about an hour with Lucas just saying to myself:
"Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees..."
I don't get it really. I mean, are we running or are we on fucking vacat
"Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees. Don't look in the trees..."
I don't get it really. I mean, are we running or are we on fucking vacat
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Heading along route 5
As much as The Castro feels like home, we're heading out once more. We keep seeing Tall, Dark and Faceless around here. So we've managed to get tickets north, heading towards Washington. Not DC. That would be silly. It's odd, why would a country have two Washingtons? It must get really confusing in conversation. I'm certain people have gotten tickets to Washington and then realised they went to the state instead of the city.
We're probably going to head to either Tacoma or Seattle. Apparently Seattle is a nice city, big though... And it's become apparent that large amounts of people does not equal safety from the Bogeyman. Which is kind of why Lucas wanted to go to Tacoma instead, that and he had a vested interest in the Tacoma Narrows Bridge... Apparently, he studied it in his physics lessons, something about resonant frequencies?
Meh, Lucas is the smart one with that, I could never wrap my head around that stuff. I was always the biologist, give me something to cut up and I'm a happy camper. Which brings me onto this: Scientifically, The Slenderman (Damn that was difficult to write but it felt like it needed saying in full.) fascinates me. Like, if we figured out how he manipulates his body like he does. Then it could do so much good in the world, it would change the face of bioengineering. Honestly, if I was alone and being stalked, I probably would risk my life to discover that. But I'm not, and I am greedy, and I can't bear to see him hurt.
And for Elaine: As far as we know we've not had any more incidences that Lucas described, we've been sleeping in shifts and as far as I know we've done nothing out of the ordinary. It's possible it was an isolated incident. Plus we've not seen Him in about 12 hours now. He's just there, watching us every so often and then we look again, it's gone... It's odd because he's not hurting us, of course, we still get the paralysing fear, but at the same time... I think he's become less threatening to us. Which is a little bit weird.
That would be kind of ironic, we both go. "HEY SLENDY ISN'T BAD AFTERALL!" and then we're never heard from again.
Anyway, bye for now.
-Joel
We're probably going to head to either Tacoma or Seattle. Apparently Seattle is a nice city, big though... And it's become apparent that large amounts of people does not equal safety from the Bogeyman. Which is kind of why Lucas wanted to go to Tacoma instead, that and he had a vested interest in the Tacoma Narrows Bridge... Apparently, he studied it in his physics lessons, something about resonant frequencies?
Meh, Lucas is the smart one with that, I could never wrap my head around that stuff. I was always the biologist, give me something to cut up and I'm a happy camper. Which brings me onto this: Scientifically, The Slenderman (Damn that was difficult to write but it felt like it needed saying in full.) fascinates me. Like, if we figured out how he manipulates his body like he does. Then it could do so much good in the world, it would change the face of bioengineering. Honestly, if I was alone and being stalked, I probably would risk my life to discover that. But I'm not, and I am greedy, and I can't bear to see him hurt.
And for Elaine: As far as we know we've not had any more incidences that Lucas described, we've been sleeping in shifts and as far as I know we've done nothing out of the ordinary. It's possible it was an isolated incident. Plus we've not seen Him in about 12 hours now. He's just there, watching us every so often and then we look again, it's gone... It's odd because he's not hurting us, of course, we still get the paralysing fear, but at the same time... I think he's become less threatening to us. Which is a little bit weird.
That would be kind of ironic, we both go. "HEY SLENDY ISN'T BAD AFTERALL!" and then we're never heard from again.
Anyway, bye for now.
-Joel
Friday, 8 July 2011
San Francisco!
It's odd. Never before have I felt so... I dunno, free to be myself. Everyone is different here, and well, we found ourselves in The Castro. Essentially in San Francisco's gay district yesterday, finding ourselves some lodgings pretty nearby. I don't know how Joel does it, he seems to get these hostel places for us for next to nothing... My theory is that he's the ultimate haggler. We're still counting cents, perhaps he's just good. Gah! It's times like these that I wish I had a camera with me.
This part of town is spectacular, it really is, I've never been to a pride parade before, so I've never seen ONE rainbow flag, let alone fifteen, just hanging outside of bars or even over the street, and it isn't even pride! In the UK, we're supposed to be accepting, and we are to a degree but I know for certain that it's dangerous for a couple of guys to even hug in some parts. We're very isolated. Probably because our culture is that everyone keeps themselves to themselves. "None of our business" happens a lot where we lived. That's what I've seen as different in the US, people are far more binary and far more loud about their opinions.
It's really really sad that we're going to have to leave soon. I'd have loved to stay here longer. I felt so at home. The manhunt for Wolf continues and so we're still in danger. The police don't know where he is...
We're keeping moving, heading east. We've both been seeing things, it's difficult to focus. I remember getting a blinding headache last night and then I woke up just now due to Joel shaking me. He looked really tired, bags under his eyes and I felt the same way, like I'd been doing stuff all night but didn't know what.
Now I have to add Slendy induced sleepwalking to my repertoire of creepy things that are happening to me, along with lost time, minor mental break downs and fog. Huzzah... We've decided to start sleeping shifts again, we kind of were lax about that at Elaine's house. A combination of jet lag and laziness got to us both.
I hope everyone else is, to some degree, alright.
Bye for now, I'll post again when I can.
Oh, and Cam, your cookies are awesome. <3
~Lucas
This part of town is spectacular, it really is, I've never been to a pride parade before, so I've never seen ONE rainbow flag, let alone fifteen, just hanging outside of bars or even over the street, and it isn't even pride! In the UK, we're supposed to be accepting, and we are to a degree but I know for certain that it's dangerous for a couple of guys to even hug in some parts. We're very isolated. Probably because our culture is that everyone keeps themselves to themselves. "None of our business" happens a lot where we lived. That's what I've seen as different in the US, people are far more binary and far more loud about their opinions.
It's really really sad that we're going to have to leave soon. I'd have loved to stay here longer. I felt so at home. The manhunt for Wolf continues and so we're still in danger. The police don't know where he is...
We're keeping moving, heading east. We've both been seeing things, it's difficult to focus. I remember getting a blinding headache last night and then I woke up just now due to Joel shaking me. He looked really tired, bags under his eyes and I felt the same way, like I'd been doing stuff all night but didn't know what.
Now I have to add Slendy induced sleepwalking to my repertoire of creepy things that are happening to me, along with lost time, minor mental break downs and fog. Huzzah... We've decided to start sleeping shifts again, we kind of were lax about that at Elaine's house. A combination of jet lag and laziness got to us both.
I hope everyone else is, to some degree, alright.
Bye for now, I'll post again when I can.
Oh, and Cam, your cookies are awesome. <3
~Lucas
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Leaving "home."
We left Texas last night, Cam and Elaine dropped us off at the bus station and we kind of had a bittersweet goodbye. I miss being like this We hugged and said our goodbyes before we climbed onto the bus. Then we sat near the back, waved, blew kisses and the likes before we started to drive away. I don't know if we'll ever see them again, I hope we do, they're fantastic guys, but at the same time. What is the average time for a runner to survive once they've been running? (Not counting M, he's like superman!)
As far as I've seen, not too long. Eventually someone catches up with you and then TDF comes along and breaks your bones, one at a time before disembowling you, hanging you by your intestines and then impaling you on a tree. To be honest, I don't have much to live for other than Joel.
Joel told me to say the same thing about me, but he's probably lying or
He hit me this time. I suppose he needs revenge from me hitting him at the airport, plus I kinda love him, so I'll let that slide. :p
Oh yes. Joel just reminded me to explain why you can no longer post without an account to post from. If you've been reading the comments for the past few posts, then you'll have noticed that people have been trolling our blog anonymously. And simply, I lack the effort to care any more about replying to them. We lack the effort to care about replying to them.
So. If you've got something to say, say it, but be aware that it won't be anonymous any more.
Also Elaine, as far as I know, the techniques you taught us seem to be working. Joel says he's seen TDF once during the journey, one the side of the highway and so it was only a glimpse, I felt a little bit of fog, but it was only after he told me that knew I'd felt it a few seconds earlier.
Moving swiftly on from that, if you're currently in or around California, feel free to give us a comment or an email and we'll get back to you. We probably won't meet up, but we're keeping our options open right now. If you need assistance then we'll try and get there.
And so we vanish into the mid day sun. Apparently we're nearly there.
Toodles.
~Lucas
As far as I've seen, not too long. Eventually someone catches up with you and then TDF comes along and breaks your bones, one at a time before disembowling you, hanging you by your intestines and then impaling you on a tree. To be honest, I don't have much to live for other than Joel.
Joel told me to say the same thing about me, but he's probably lying or
He hit me this time. I suppose he needs revenge from me hitting him at the airport, plus I kinda love him, so I'll let that slide. :p
Oh yes. Joel just reminded me to explain why you can no longer post without an account to post from. If you've been reading the comments for the past few posts, then you'll have noticed that people have been trolling our blog anonymously. And simply, I lack the effort to care any more about replying to them. We lack the effort to care about replying to them.
So. If you've got something to say, say it, but be aware that it won't be anonymous any more.
Also Elaine, as far as I know, the techniques you taught us seem to be working. Joel says he's seen TDF once during the journey, one the side of the highway and so it was only a glimpse, I felt a little bit of fog, but it was only after he told me that knew I'd felt it a few seconds earlier.
Moving swiftly on from that, if you're currently in or around California, feel free to give us a comment or an email and we'll get back to you. We probably won't meet up, but we're keeping our options open right now. If you need assistance then we'll try and get there.
And so we vanish into the mid day sun. Apparently we're nearly there.
Toodles.
~Lucas
Monday, 4 July 2011
A place in the middle of anywhere.
We're leaving Elaine and Cam tomorrow, they're good people and as long as Wolf's on the loose, it's not safe for them. And now Elaine got out of the hospital yesterday, we don't have to leave Cam alone. She's alright, still trying to get her head right, as you do and from what I can tell, her determination that she's ok is amiable. She'll probably be better in a couple of days as long as she actually, you know, does what the docs told her to do and get some bed rest.
We both knew that we'd have to find somewhere else eventually, we've been discussing it since we made it here. Now we've got greyhound tickets, heading north west, toward San Francisco. Earlier, the two of us went outside (for once) and ended up in a cafe/coffeeshop type thing. We sat down and an elder gentleman walked upto me and asked if we're homosezuals. Our reply of "none of your business" earned us a speech telling us that we're on a one way trip to hell.
No shit. Seriously? Lucas had to literally drag me away before I told him all about what we'd been through. But yeah, we don't want to infect more people, especially not out of anger. It was hypocritical of me after our shouting match.
Yes, Lucas and I have had another argument, and a pretty bad one at that. Long story short, Lucas is angry that we didn't let him kill wolf, regardless of the legal implications of murder, I'm trying to get him to calm down and let the police deal with it.
We both didn't talk to each other for a couple of hours and then Lucas practically dived onto my lap. (A piece of advice, don't do that to your boyfriend unless you know he's got literal balls of steel.) Then, whilst I was writhing in pain, told me that I was right and we should only deal with him in self defence, he killed a cop, in Texas, in broad daylight meaning it's pretty much guaranteed to be executed. He also agreed to stop trolling proxies like Ferus, if he's anything more than all bark, then we don't need him gunning for us too.
Kat has been kidnapped, just like "A Friend" said she was going to be, we failed the first game, she got hurt. The second should have already been completed, we replied, and we're taking a lack of a post as a good thing, it means the friend isn't using the computer to tell us all about how much she's in pain, probably meaning she isn't in such pain.
So yes, apart from that we've been alright.
Keep safe and keep moving guys. And a general warning, if you find a guy in a wolf mask, get the police.
-Joel
Saturday, 2 July 2011
I should have gutted the fucker when I had the chance.
"Police are hunting for a male due to an incident that occurred at approximately 2:30 thursday afternoon, one Officer was killed, the other injured and in a critical state as they were taking the man to the local station pending interview. The suspect is presumed to be armed and dangerous and no attempt should be made to arrest him." An article I found from a man who was reading the paper at a café. I asked him if I could have that page and he was ok with that.
The police went to interview us again, asking where we were and what happened and the likes.
I'm just glad they got CCTV of him and hopefully he'll be caught again before he gets to us. If he does. Then I can't hold myself responsible for what happens. It's always going to be us or them, I learned that already... I'm angry... As soon as Elaine's up and about, we're gonna go. It's not safe having so many of us around in one place. Joel and I have been planning where we're going next.
I hate this. I don't think he'd class as human any more, he's just a freak with a mask, a knife, and like minded friends who will kill us if we don't kill him first. So you know what, this fucker needs to die.
~Lucas
Edit: Oh and by the way, the commenter to my last post who decided to try his or her hand at poetry, needs to understand that you only need to tap the enter key. It would probably be pretty if it wasn't so nonsensical, or I wasn't so angry right now.
The police went to interview us again, asking where we were and what happened and the likes.
I'm just glad they got CCTV of him and hopefully he'll be caught again before he gets to us. If he does. Then I can't hold myself responsible for what happens. It's always going to be us or them, I learned that already... I'm angry... As soon as Elaine's up and about, we're gonna go. It's not safe having so many of us around in one place. Joel and I have been planning where we're going next.
I hate this. I don't think he'd class as human any more, he's just a freak with a mask, a knife, and like minded friends who will kill us if we don't kill him first. So you know what, this fucker needs to die.
~Lucas
Edit: Oh and by the way, the commenter to my last post who decided to try his or her hand at poetry, needs to understand that you only need to tap the enter key. It would probably be pretty if it wasn't so nonsensical, or I wasn't so angry right now.
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